Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
A few days ago, in the narrative Mills & Croon, I revealed I'd purchased an electronic keyboard with the intention of learning to play the piano. Incidentally, I realise it was unnecessary to add the suffix of 'with the intention of learning to play the piano' as my motive for the keyboards purchase. After all,... Continue Reading →
Included within my email inbox, today I spotted an invitation to a virtual whisky and oyster tasting session. Ordinarily, I don't pay much mind to the well-meaning electronic teasers aimed at improving my existential lot in recompense for lightening my wallet of a few bob. Transactions I'm assured which'd not only provide me with life-enhancing... Continue Reading →
In an attempt to broaden my horizons, I've bought myself a ticket for the Opera North production of Madame Butterfly, this Tuesday night. Due to my procrastination, there was a paucity of unsold tickets remaining when I applied. Consequently, I had to settle for a seat with a restricted view. I'm unsure at this point... Continue Reading →